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play wit me - sluds lyrics

{intro: tufty]
b*tch, don’t play with me
b*tch, don’t play with me
alright

[chorus: sluds]
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me

[verse 1: sluds]
pull up to your door, red and blue like thermoxin
they ask me if i’ve been simping, no i have not been
he spamming my dms, i don’t like it, we block him
i am so buff like dwayne “the rock” johnson
pulling out the coup in a lot like roddy rich
i’m a rockstar with a hotty b*tch
when i came up, i got money rich
now, for this life i cannot switch

[chorus: sluds]
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me

[verse 2: tufty]
don’t play with me, i got mad straps
are you talkin’ about guns or your backpack
shoot at his feet and make him tap dance
staring down at you like lazz cat
don’t play with me, i’m sporting jordans
you won’t wake up in the morning
all my clothes you can’t afford it
fed up like it’s law & order
all of you p*ssies and copycats
like a printer you copy that
i’m all on the ice like a hockey match
leave the boy splinters, not talking rat
riding around in a bulletproof vest
choppa put holes in your chest
play with me, come for your neck
get no respect, get no respect

[chorus: sluds]
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me
b*tch, don’t play with me, i might leave you gone, this a laying spree
make his heart stop beating by the time i f*cking count to three
i won’t play with heat, although in the booth i be making heat
everybody tryna f*cking copy, they be faking me

- sluds lyrics

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